All Chapters of At Break Time: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Lionel Victorio quickly immobilized the woman and Lucas entered the house looking for someone else." Answer! Are you alone?"Looking more closely, the woman who said nothing had features similar to Miriã, the nursery worker, colluding with the crime." You're her sister, aren't you? Miriam's?"The woman just shook her head from side to side, her eyes bulging, she gave little screams and moans.While I hugged my little Clara, who was now crying, weak, in my lap, Victorio continued to hold the criminal by the arm." And Lorenzo? Where is he?"The woman looked at him and tried to wriggle out of his hands to answer. She finally answered, in pounds. We then understood her muteness and Lucas understood her response, since he had taken an express course in pounds to teach." He's at the airport now. He was tracking Victorio's cell phone and saw that they were coming here. - Lucas translates the woman's signals, which we now know is called Ana.And really, she wasn't Miriam's sister, she wa

It's eight at night and I feel like I've lived three days in one. My head feels like it weighs a ton with all the thoughts running through my mind all the time.I don't say that my will is to sleep so that the next day comes quickly, because that would be a lie. Perhaps a space-time mess would be very welcome now for me to finally rest my adrenaline brain.I roll over and over in bed and sleep doesn't come. I'm exhausted, tired, dead with farofa, but I can't sleep.I rehearse dialogues with Peter, dialogues with Max, dialogues with Stephen. In some moments, the three of them are together and I think I'm really crazy. You still have messages from Dad, Ethan, and Mellanie to respond to. The conversation with the dean that hasn't happened yet. Will suspended classes remain suspended?There are so many questions, so many question marks. I don't know how to make it stop. I've had soothing tea, I've smoked a joint provided by a fellow hippie downstairs… I've tried literally everything, but

The beep of the alarm brings me slowly back to life after a deep sleep. Beside me, Loretta is still sleeping like a rock. It's eight in the morning, I'm rested, but I don't feel like getting out of bed, mainly because we know that classes are still suspended until further notice.My first thing in the morning, as it couldn't be any different, is to check my cell phone. Multiple messages.“As far as craziness goes, you surpassed all my expectations yesterday. I just don't like that you left me there alone, and I'm dying for the encore” - Stephen - posted 2 hours ago.Wow, he wakes up early to talk bitching.Next.“Hi, my beautiful. I heard that Peter woke up, I'm very happy. You must be relieved for your friend. How's the reading? If you have abandoned it, no problem. I miss you." - Max - sent 45 minutes ago.Compare the two texts. The "my beautiful" bothers me a little, but I am reluctant to recognize in Max's words some kind of sick manipulation, as described by Stephen.I feel him s

Two days later…Peter is due to be discharged today after undergoing psychiatric and psychological evaluation. Classes at the university remain suspended and boredom and doldrums take over the campus. Or at least the students who stayed around. The incident ended up providing a mini-vacation for those who took the opportunity to spend the week away from the accommodation.I didn't want to go into detail about what Peter and Loretta talked about after I left on that last visit. It wasn't necessary. Loretta seems at ease with her next steps. She's back to "normal", a girl who knows how to balance dreamy and down-to-earth states well, when necessary. She has a special fondness for Peter, and I sometimes feel that she is suspicious of his supposed feelings for me.I say assumptions because this is also a turning point for me. Peter needs medical help to never make bad decisions again. And the support of true friends, of course." I saw you're reading Randomness, are you enjoying it?"" Oh

Like after a long bad dream, after facing several days in the dark, Monday arrives again, with new air, a new glow. Classes resumed, the case was covered in the local press and the movement of students walking all over the campus returned with a vengeance.Peter is still in recovery. His lungs were badly affected by the water he ended up breathing in."Are you going to make it in time for the first period?" Loretta asks, finishing touching up her lipstick.I still need to brush my hair, which, now waist-length, keeps getting knotted.“I just need to stop by the closet in the main hall to get some books. But I'll meet you in the auditorium.“Okay, don't be too late. She winks mischievously.She knows I'm in an internal battle looking forward to seeing Max again after a week of not making contact. After all.It takes me a few minutes to find the key to the little padlock that opens my hall closet. I know it's in some bag, but it's that old story, which one? I turn everything over, find